Body image struggles: You're Not the Only One

I am fifty-one now and my body feels like old wood that is about to snap and I try to look like I know what I am doing but I am just tired all the time and my son tells me I need to move more so I… …

The Embody Ergonomic. …

I had spent months as a milk-machine, a soft, damp thing in a bathrobe, and then I put on that silk blouse—teal, expensive, crisp—to go back to the office. …

Like I spent forty years in a suit and tie climbing the corporate ladder and worrying about my Q3 projections and my KPIs and I was the guy who always had the answers in the boardroom but I never… …

Atrophy. …

I spent three hours tonight on a single square of skin—just a tiny piece of my flank that shouldn't even exist.

I’m a fitness teacher. …

We went to Destin last week for the whole family vacation thing. …

I’m scheduled for a bilateral hip arthroscopy with some extra stuff I can’t quite name. …

I spent four fucking hours tonight manipulating a single photo of myself sitting on my back patio.

i think maybe im a bad person or something i dont know if this even counts as a confession but i was sitting in church today and i just felt so empty like a hollowed out tree or something. …

She is sixty-two and divorced and trying to make a SilverSingles profile because my cousins keep telling her she is too young to be a widow who isn't actually a widow but a failure in the eyes of the… …

I make myself the butt of the joke so nobody looks too closely at the fact that I’m vibrating with exhaustion. …

i sat at the bench today for twelve hours and for three of those hours i was just a ghost in the machine pretending my hands knew what they were doing while the world turned into a goddamn watercolor… …

i am sitting on the edge of the tub with the fan running so he doesn’t hear me breathing too loud and my stomach looks like a topographical map of a place i never wanted to visit. …